This ain't a band, it's a business my friend

We've only got four songs but your cash you must spend

On our limited totes (only 50 were made!) And our XXL crew necks (the print's cut on a lathe)

And In the new year, release a split with our friends

We'll charge seven pounds but that ain't where it ends

It's on splatter (200); Slime green (75)

And engraved on side B are a deers bloodshot eyes

You can buy it all as a package without leaving your house,

Don't need no record player, just the click of a mouse

But don't worry my friend, if I see you at our shows

I'll take great care to ignore you and turn up my nose

Cause you're just a rich kid with a tote and a shirt

You don't understand how much it hurts

To have parents annoy you and teachers that teach you and girls that dont like you and friends with bad haircuts

Fuck. You. Slave.